Day of the DeadPosted November 2, 2011 in The Other Side & Past Lives
Today is November 2, The Day of the Dead. My father passed away, unexpectedly, 6 years ago yesterday on November 1, All Saints Day. One of his favorite songs was the jazzy, “When the Saints Go Marching In.” We played it at his funeral. He would have wanted us to. I feel he was watching over his friends surprise at the upbeat tune–smiling. He was a rule-breaker.
My dad was, on earth, a feisty Italian who loved to cook huge feasts for family and friends. He always said he felt like a failure if he couldn’t get his guests to eat something, even if they stopped by for only a short visit. “Mangia! Mangia!” He would command, and place an array of treats before them.
My dad was the largest sceptic in my life. He thought that auras and chakras were ridiculous. He was a scientist. A biochemist. He was a genius at what he did. When other scientist have told me about his work they are usually in awe…unsure of how he could have achieved what he did in his field. He was a true entrepreneur and risk-taker. He choose to “Follow His Bliss” and created his own business that allowed him to stay home and be with his family as much as possible. He was proud of this. He should be.
My dad has visited me since his crossing, as a spirit. I am writing about my experiences with his spirit in my book currently, so I will not go into detail here. But I do want to say that on this day, I honor you dad. I acknowledge how you have been my biggest teacher. You have helped me to understand what I truly am, here and now. Your skepticism helped me to know my strength and your love helped me to have endurance for the journey.
For today, November 2, The Day of the Dead, this quote is fitting:
“Time is an enormous, long river, and I’m standing in it, just as you’re standing in it. My elders are the tributaries, and everything they thought and every struggle they went through and everything they gave their lives to, and every song they created, and every poem that they laid down flows down to me – and if I take the time to ask, and if I take the time to see, and if I take the time to reach out, I can build that bridge between my world and theirs. I can reach down into that river and take out what I need to get through this world.”
~ Utah Phillips